1292 Not Going to Give You a Single Drop of Water (1/2)

”I'm afraid not. The mark in my grandfather's map is very close to the Black Desert. But we don't really know how near or far it is until we get there. I cannot confirm anything until then!” Zhuo Qunfeng replied.

”I remember you said once that your grandfather and the others had to turn back halfway due to a big sandstorm, right?” Chen Xiaobei asked.

”Yes! There are no trees in the desert so there was nothing to keep the wind at bay. Sandstorms are even more terrifying than a Tsunami! Even a towering mountain of sand could be blown away to nothing by the wind. Even a person with our cultivation level would die buried under all that sand!”

Luo Puti frowned. Zhuo Qunfeng and Chen Xiaobei's combat powers were almost 100,000. Even they could die in a sandstorm? That really was alarming to hear!

”The weather has been good, and it's not a windy season. Hmm, I'm guessing there probably won't be any sandstorm, right?” Chen Xiaobei questioned, looking at the sky.

”Logically speaking, it should not. But no one could really say for sure what could possibly happen. This desert is called 'Taklamakan', which translates to 'A place of no return' in Mandarin. My grandfather said that this place is forbidden for humans! The people of Xijiang said that it was abandoned by the gods, and conquered by demons! The deeper you venture, the more scientifically unexplainable, the phenomena there are! Even on a good weathered day like this, we cannot let our guards down!”

Chen Xiaobei and Luo Puti nodded.

Chen Xiaobei was even more in a state of higher alert now – Yue Changkong told him once that China's biggest moving sand dunes occur in the Black Desert.

When the gale blows, the deserts will move. Being engulfed by the sand was like being trapped in a swamp; the harder you struggle, the deeper you will go.

A demigod was once buried there alive!

Zhuo Qunfeng's grandfather and his expedition team were lucky enough to have evacuated the place. If they had stubbornly pressed forward, they would all have died.

”Are you ready? If you are, then follow me. Let's go!”

The grandson of Kunlun Faction's first elder who was leading at the front of the group, issued the orders and lead the group forward to the direction pointed in the map.

The leader of the expedition was actually supposed to be Zhou Xiaokun and Ding Ding'ao. But after what happened last night despite having explained themselves to the rest, they were too embarrassed that they decided to hover back in the middle of the group to lay low for now.

Chen Xiaobei and Luo Puti chose to stay at the tail end of the group. Besides Zhuo Qunfeng, they decided not to have too much interaction with anyone else.

As the proverb saying goes, when one is not on the same page with each other, it is better to keep the conversation short.

The best was just for everyone to mind their own businesses.

That morning, the journey sailed without any hiccups.

Trailing the map, they finally arrived at the first refilling stop!Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

Based on Zhuo Qunfeng's grandfather's journal, there was supposed to be an oasis where they could fill up their drinking flasks.

However, when they finally arrived at the place, the water had already dried up. What was left were wilted plants scorched by the sun, a confirmation that there was once an oasis.

Things change drastically over time especially in the desert. It might look like this on one day, and the next after a stormy wind, it would be something else.

Transient – that would be the best description of a moving sand dune.

”All core disciples, please check on the fresh water supply now and let us know how many days it will last us!” The first elder's grandson, Fang Lingce ordered.

All sixteen of the core disciples from Kunlun Faction and Xingxiu Faction immediately got to work.

Since they were travelling without camels, these core disciples had to carry all of their supplies.

Excluding the tents and food, they had only brought with them seven days' worth of drinking water.

Not only were Zhou Xiaokun and his convoy of third generation rich brats carrying nothing, their usage of water was extremely wasteful. Within just half a day, they had already used up almost three days' worth of water!

”Reporting, Elder Shixiong!! We still have enough to last through four days!” One of the core disciples reported.